I had an experience experience once. Just once. After that one time I knew I knew enough to not have to go through that type of thing ever again. Luckily I took a lot of pictures and made detailed notes of every nook and cranny of that series of moments. I didn’t want to forget a thing. Unfortunately, I lost the notes and the pictures. I know they’re somewhere, just that somewhere isn’t anywhere I know.
I wish I knew where all that documentation was. Seriously.
Ever have the feeling that you know too much for your own good? That, if you were more somewhat less with it, you’d be happier in your own skin? I feel that way a lot. Deep down though I know that knowing is much better than not knowing. You should too.
